A/N: I have a ton of random, mostly unfinished oneshot/drabble stories around, and I thought I would publish some of them, since I was updating a multichap. So here's something random I thought of that I thought worked for a oneshot!

Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked *dramatic gasp*


Elphaba paced the floor of the tower room.

"This is the mirror of truth," Chistery had said, with assistance from another flying monkey, "It shows who you truly are. Use it when you feel it necessary."

She had taken it to where she kept all her magical items. Now it sat there, taunting her to look. She had grown stronger and wiser, however. She knew what she would see. There was no need in looking at it. But still…

No. She wouldn't. It was just a mirror. She never looked into mirrors, especially now. Why should this be any different?

She examined it from the side. It glowed an enchanting shade of golden, reminding Elphaba of the dress Glinda had worn during her public speech last week, although Elphaba wouldn't admit she had gone to see it. Glinda was no friend. Not anymore. Glinda the Good meant nothing to the Wicked Witch.

So she sat, staring intently at the ornate piece of glass, wondering how bad it would be to stare into it. Being reminded what she already knew couldn't hurt, could it? Then again, what was the point in learning common knowledge again?

And then there was a spark of hope. A stupid, insignificant feeling in the back of her mind that she might have been right. The Elphaba Thropp from Shiz University might have known what the mirror would show. Something she had given up on only days before…

Almost desperately, she snatched up the mirror and turned it towards her. She had to know.

In the distorted reflection, a tiara glimmered on the top of her head. There was makeup on her face. She wore a bright, beaming, careless, free smile.

"NO!" she screamed, clawing at her head, pulling at her hair, trying to knock the tiara off. That wasn't her. It couldn't be. It couldn't.

"LIES!" She shrieked, throwing herself to the ground and scrambling away from mirror. She breathed hard, trying to erase the image. She wasn't destined for a happy ending. The mirror lied. It had lied. She was a Wicked Witch. Nothing more, nothing less.

"I AM WICKED!" she repeated, almost trying to reprimand the mirror. It had grown the feeling of hope. She swallowed it down. Hope led to recklessness, which led to hurt. No matter what he said.

"Fiyero…"

"Miss! We have found the girl! We have found the shoes!" Chistery bounded in.

"Take me to her! Quickly!" Elphaba ordered, dashing out of the room. She sent the mirror crashing into pieces behind her.


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